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Edmund cannot get away fast enough. He hurries back to their hotel, letting himself into their dark room, where a pair of her underthings have been casually tossed over a chair. He picks them up, burying his nose in her sweet scent, and moans loudly, not caring who will hear. He can feel his cock throbbing in his trousers, and he unbuttons them jerkily, grasping his yard in one hand and stroking it firm and fast, thinking of Perdita's lips upon it, wetness shining at the tip.

Husband... of her riding him, that morning so long ago, her breasts bouncing up and down as she gripped his hands in hers and placed them on her hips, guiding his mouth to one nipple. Edmund groans, feeling himself beginning to peak, and he clenches his jaw as he imagines the way she'd tightened so hard around him that an expression of pure bliss had stolen across her features as she came for him -- only for him, her husband, her friend -- and he explodes, his seed spurting all over his hand.

When Perdita returns to the bedchamber, she touches his forehead for a moment with her lips, and he makes his breathing quiet, steady. He will not disturb her, after all, it is not him she wants.

But when he's sleeping, or she thinks he is, he feels her move in the sheets beside him, and the musky scent of her arousal perfumes the air. It takes everything he has in him not to roll over and bury his tongue deep inside of her, but he resists, knowing he is a man damned for all of time.

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F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

They are alone in the bridal bedchamber at last, both scrubbed clean of the dust of the road. Perdita is wearing only her shift when he enters the room, and when he takes her hand, she is trembling. "What ails you, Lady Perdita?" Edmund asks, and when he brushes his lips over her hand, her stomach flips. She tightens her fingers on his, staring up at him from beneath her lashes.

"I..." she bites her bottom lip, looking up at him. Here is a man she barely knows anything about except that when he's away from his mother he has begun to act like the man he should have been all along -- after all, he's eloped with her, a convenient marriage that grants the both of them what they most desire. Edgewater. Well, she may as well come right out with it. "I'm nervous. About..." she looks at the bed.

"Don't be. We've both done it before," Edmund says with a low laugh, chucking her under the chin. "Which manner is your favorite, wife?"

Which manner? Perdita's forehead wrinkles. "Which... I don't know what you mean, Husband. Isn't there only one manner?"

"Oh, little wife, you have a lot to learn," Edmund chuckles sagely. Her new husband crosses to his luggage, and pulls out a book. "I would be most surprised if Mr Sinclaire did not have one of these in his private collection." He rifles through the pages, and smiles to himself, sitting down upon a chair. "Come here, and sit in my lap."

Perdita sits gingerly on Edmund's knee, and makes a tiny noise of surprise when he pulls her close, one arm casually looped around her waist. He hands her the book. She looks at the cover. "'Being the True History of a Woman of Adventure, Kitty Jones'." His hand curls over hers, and they rifle through the well worn pages together, until she slides her finger in, and the book falls open on a scandalous illustration plate. "Oh!" Perdita gasps, staring at it in shock. The man has the woman bent over as he takes her from behind, one hand on the back of her neck, the other pinning her hands behind her back. "Is the whole book like... this?" She looks back at Edmund, who leans back in the chair, a devilish grin she's never seen before on his face.

Edmund nods to her. "Perhaps you should flip through it until you find your favorite, then you can show it to me. And then... I'll show you mine." His tone of challenge sends a dangerous thrill racing along her skin.

Perdita picks the book back up, cradling it in her arms. The leather is soft, supple, and the book feels hot to the touch under her hands, as though it might burn her. She flips to another plate, and feels her cheeks go scarlet. "What are they doing?" she whispers, tracing the illustration.

"That? Tipping the velvet." Edmund's eyes are dark as he looks at her. "Is that it?"

"Is that what?" she squeezes her thighs together, staring at the picture of the man with his head between the woman's thighs, plowing her deep with his tongue. Edmund groans quietly, adjusting his trousers as she brushes against him, feeling his yard stiffen against her derrière but not wanting to say anything, to spoil the moment.

"Your favorite." His lips brush her shoulder, and she feels her nipples brush tantalizingly against her muslin shift, erect. "For I would love nothing better than to taste you... Wife."

Wife. The way he says it kindles a scandalous heat in her lower belly, and she squirms against him, hearing him inhale sharply. "I've never done it before." She starts to flip the page, but his warm hand on hers gives her pause, and the breath catches in her throat.

"Never done it before... By God, Sinclaire is a fool." Edmund mutters under his breath, then clears his throat, loudly. "Keep going, then."

At last she comes to a familiar page. "There!" Perdita stabs her finger onto the illustration, of a woman astride a man. "Just without the horse crop." Perdita feels her ears burning. She looks at him from under her lashes, and his lazy smile makes her heart stutter in confusion. She loves Ernest Sinclaire. So why is her body reacting like this to Edmund Marlcaster? It must be the excitement. After all, they have only been wed a few hours. Was it really only this afternoon they rode hell for leather to plight their troth over the anvil? And now they must seal the deal, before first light, before the Duke catches up with them. For he will be in a fury to reclaim the prize he has lost...

"All right." Edmund gently pulls the book from her hands, setting it to one side. He hands her a glass of cider. "To tipping the velvet, Lady Perdita, and all the filthy wonders of Miss Kitty's book."

They clink, and both drink deep. Then Edmund's lips are on hers, and he tastes of whiskey, and a frisson of heat grips her as his arm brushes her stiff nipples. He bunches up the fabric of her night shift, his warm hand on her knee. "I am not going to be able to last for as long as you need me to if we torment ourselves for any longer, wife. Do we have an accord?"

She finds out what it feels like to be just like one of the women in his dirty book that night when he has her bent over the table, then with her ankles locked around his neck, and last when she's riding him, feeling like she's flying as he groans beneath her, guiding his mouth to her breasts and his hands to her hips. His thumb finds her pearl all on its own, and after it is all over, the aftershocks of their passion ebbing from their bodies, she wonders just who he brought that book along for, and whose "velvet" he means to tip first.

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A (Aftercare) Nekomaru loves to hold you close. He’ll typically head to the bathroom to start a hot bath for you, and while he waits for it to fill, he’ll help you undress and gently place you in the tub. He knows you’re sore, so he also helps clean you off. Once you’re done cleaning up, he helps you out of the tub and into bed, where he gives you a long gentle massage, then holds you close.

B (fave body part) He loves your legs- specially your thighs. He loves grabbing onto them as well as your ass, and watching them jiggle slightly.

C (cum) he always finishes inside you. Nekomaru thinks filling you to the absolute brim is so hot.

D (dirty Secret) Remember how I said he likes to finish inside and fill you up? Breeding kink.

E (experience) Nekomaru has a little more experience than you do, and he’s reallllll good at it too. He knows exactly what you like and how to do it.

F (favorite Position) Nekomaru loves to sit on the edge of the bed (or couch, or chair, or wherever he decides to fuck you that day) and have you sit on his lap (facing him so he can make out with you obviously) while he absolutely destroys you. Sometimes this turns into him picking you up and slamming you hard onto the nearest flat surface.

G = (Goofy?) NOT AT ALL. Sex with Nekomaru is incredibly rough, full of passion, and love.

H = (Hair) Ya boy loves when you suck his dick, so he 100% shaves and cleans up frequently for you.

I = (Intimacy) even though he’s a big guy and likes to literally throw you and ruin you, he’s the most loving intimate man you know. Foreplay is always incredibly gentle and slow, and he loves to shower your entire body with soft sweet delicate kisses. When everything’s done and over and you’re both back in bed, he lays your head on his chest so he can play with your hair and tell you how much he loves you.

J = (Jack Off) Nekomaru doesn’t like to masturbate if he can help it, because he’d much rather you do it for him. But sometimes when you’ve been gone all day, he just can’t help it and just does it thinking about you.

K = (Kink) Edging: he LOVES making you struggle and wait to finish. He always makes sure to finish 2 or 3 times before he lets you actually cum for him, and it gets him nice and hard to watch you struggle not to cum for him. He also loves anal. ((Also the secret breeding kink)

L = (Location) literally anywhere. He doesn’t mind. You’ve had sex in public restrooms, behind buildings, in every room of your house imaginable.

M = ( Motivation) Nekomaru LOVES when you make the first move. Straddle his lap, grind down a bit, and kiss him softly. It drives him INSANE. And even though Nekomaru is known for his infamous massage, if you ever notice he looks tense, a sexy massage from you to him is 100% guaranteed to get him going.

N = (NO) There isn’t a whole lot Nekomaru will say no too- he just likes to fuck you and make you both feel amazing. The only thing he’s ever expressed disinterest in, is bringing in another person (not that you’d ever want to anyway)

O = (Oral) NEKOMARU LOVES when you give him oral. It’s so hot for him to watch you attempt to deep throat his entire length (which is huge). He loves making you gag and choke on it. He also makes sure you get the same treatment though. When he goes down on you, he takes his sweet time- at first. He loves watching you wiggle around under him, gasping under your breath. He almost always makes you cum once when he uses his mouth.

P = (Pace) FAST HARD AND ROUGH (but also you have a safe word if it gets to be too hard)

Q = (Quickie) he absolutely has had a few quickies with you, although he’d much rather make love for hours on end vs a quickie.

R = (Risk) 100% he loves taking risks and trying new things. That’s how you found out about his anal kink after all.

S = (Stamina) the most rounds you two have ever done at a time is 4. It lasted for like, 5 hours with the foreplay and actual sex. He can usually cum a minimum of 3 times per session

T = (toy) the two of you RARELY use toys, but he did buy you a pair of panties with a vibrator in it. He keeps the remote in his pocket, and loves making you wear them to go out in public. The night usually ends in you two having sex in the nearest bathroom, or your car.

U = (Unfair) the only teasing he likes to do is making you edge a lot. Otherwise he doesn’t like to tease, or lead you on at all. He’d much rather have you all it himself.

V = (Volume) HES SO LOUD oh my god. He screams, and groans, and moans at absolute top volume. You adore when he screams your name and pounds into you. Whenever you give him oral he becomes a whimpering mess, with deep loud growls and moans.

W = (Weird fact) he loves when you send him nudes. He adores every inch of your body and has a private folder on his phone full of them. He does rarely get himself off, but when he does, he uses those pics.

X = (X-Ray) you had a pretty good idea of how huge he was before you ever hooked up- just look at that bulge in those pants. But when erect he’s literally 13 inches. Yeah. Over a foot. And you love getting destroyed by it.

Y = (Yearning) he wants to fuck you everyday, but sometimes your body doesn’t keep up with his so you settle for every other.